Lyrics Bres - Celtachor

Bres

During the fray of battle
Nuada did lose his arm
Cut off by the mighty Sreng
For the law of the Tuatha
That no man would be king
Armless and beaten lost to his kin
The kingship now left for another to rise
The Sun blasts light
Over mountains and skies
Banners in the distance
The High Men gather
A legacy for a new king
Spears to the sky, the Lia Fail screams
New king arise, lead and guide!
The Chosen of the land
Bres was his name
He lacked wisdom and knowledg
His rule brought shame
The Fomorians put a burdn on his people
By the leadership of the tyrant
Their army was vast and feared by many
The Tuatha stood defiant
Taxes did bestow them
Bres failed them as a king
A debt on their cattle
How did this fate begin?
Hated by the Tuatha
His halls empty and cold
No singers, dancers or music
No tales would be told
At a point during his rule
Cridenbel was met
An old wretch of a man
And this is how this tale began
Cridenbel did steal from
The Dagda’s plate
Three pieces was the price
Weak and starving
The Dagda suffered the worst
But his son he did see
A plan was made to feed
The old man gold
Three pieces was the price
The deed was done, the old man died
Three pieces took his life
Bres gave orders for the Dagda
He went to the king
Cridenbel was opened
Gold lay within!
Truth rings!
Bres forever would have no good luck
Only failure, only shame
Forever, forever!